DESTINY GAMES

To be specific, the ability he awakened was Malleable Anatomy. With it, he can make changes to his body, but the changes have to be organic and temporary. It cost energy to shift his body and a constant energy drain to keep the changes.

He found out all of these through his destiny report. Anyone can do so if they relax and concentrate. All they have to do is close his eyes and picture the tower of destiny. The information will come to them that way.

He was about to do that but was distracted by a news article on the television. He heard the word "Patriarch," which made him pay attention to it. After all, that's the title of his father.

The news anchor was a particularly handsome, bearded middle-aged man. The man spoke with some excitement, "I have just gotten word that the Patriarch has been killed. You heard that right, ladies and gentlemen. One of the most prolific terrorist and villain of our age has been killed."

"His lair was discovered deep beneath New London and raided successfully by the Justice League. Right as we speak, his goons are being apprehended for rehabilitation. Those poor boys and girls can yet be saved."

"Our man on the ground over there in New London has managed to contact the Superhero in charge of the decade-defining sting operation. Here's what she has to say."

The screen faded away to another location. A caper was shown on it. She was a woman. She was dressed in red battle armor, complete with gauntlets. Her hair was burning on top of her head. It looked more like a large flame than hair. Her eyes, eyebrows, and lips were red too.

She was speaking with a deep, commanding voice to the interviewer. "I killed the Patriarch myself. He is dead and gone. I can assure you all of that with uttermost certainty."

The interviewer asked, "What about the brainwashed kids he had under his control?"

"We are trying to recover them for treatment. We are sure that we can save them and even return them safely to their families. But it has been tough. Most of them don't want to be saved. They resisted, and that has led to losses on both sides."

The interviewer asked in shock, "Do you mean you killed those poor children?"

She gritted her teeth as fire spilled out of her lips. "We tried to capture them as peacefully as possible by incapacitating them, but some of them escaped. This led to many altercations that claimed both the lives of my surbodinates and the children."

The interviewer was aghast as he asked, "How could you let that happen? How many children did you lose?"

The lady finally couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes glowed yellow briefly before she lost her top. "They are not children. They are criminals. Do you hear me? Criminals, all of them. Do you know that many of them were responsible for the deaths of over a million last month when they spilled that neurotoxic gas in Tempe? Do you remember that, or have you forgotten? I will not sacrifice the lives of my men for those criminals."

She was still ranting, but the interview was cut off immediately. The television returned to the news anchor, who was also beside himself.

But he quickly gathered himself and said, "I'm sure Superhero Fire Rose is just stressed from all the good work she has done. The Justice League is doing good work for the sake of mankind, and I hope that they will continue to do good work."

"If you are a goon of the Patriarch on the run, please know that you are loved and accepted. You will be granted amnesty for whatever you did and rehabilitated into society. You don't have to run anymore. You can be saved."

"In the meantime, I have special analyst Thorin here who will speak to us about the possible effects of the death of the Patriarch and the power vacuum he will leave behind among the villains. Tune in to find out which villains might take his place."

Kelvin lost interest then. He didn't particularly care that his father was dead. According to his father, "death and life are just two states of existence. Only the strongest are worthy of being alive."

So if his father is dead, it only means he wasn't worthy of being alive. Like the thousands of siblings he grew up with who died, he was weak and didn't deserve to live.

He thought to himself with a snicker, "That is if he is truly dead. It won't be the first time they claim to have killed him."

It didn't matter much to him anyway if his father was dead or not. All that matters is that he is alive, and the flesh bomb his father had planted in his neck had deactivated when he died.

He also doesn't want to partake in the so called rehabilitation that the capers are offering him and his siblings. It is true that their father kidnapped them when they were just four or five. It is also true that about 70% of them died during the process to train them. But he doesn't consider those as bad things.

Like his father always says, they have been sharpened into tools fit for achieving great things. Such a process comes at a cost. He has paid that cost to become a better being. The means don't matter. Only the end does.

He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts and returned his attention to his destiny report.

He closed his eyes and focused. A bright light appeared in the darkness. It enlarged and grew into a sky-reaching tower. It filled his entire vision and continued to grow bigger. Soon it grew so much that he could see the particles that made it up.

Name: Kelvin Thorn.

Health: 100. Stamina: 100. Focus: 100.

Class: Physique. Tier: 0. Level: 0.

Strength: 10. Constitution: 10.

Endurance: 10. Vitality: 10.

Speed: 10. Mind: 10.

Kill Count: 0.

Ability: Shapeshifting (Alpha)

1: Malleable Anatomy.

This is his destiny report. It is the current value of his destiny. Seeing this information is also the threshold to entering the tower of destiny. Just a little more concentration, and he will enter it.